fire tornado

They called it a fire tornado. Or was it tornado fire? Either way, it adds up to hellish fire hellishly swirling and fulminating. Whatever you call it, it's an indescribable inferno windsweeping into new words and definitions, invading lightning-quick into endtimes. Out of nowhere. Just like that: gone. Blink of an eye. Burnt to an unholy crisp. Still smoldering. As the heavens and earth scream out pleading for rain, give us rain, or anything resembling rain or performing like rain, drown this misery, quench the unquenchable. Its deafening roar. Its machinelike hunger and thirst. Its searing vocabulary with new flaming syllables. Rain, begging for rain. Or whatever (human, divine, natural, mechano-chemical) intervention can intercede with torrents of mercy. Whatever it takes to simmer down, to de-parch, to oceanize this fiery avalanche.